Picture it.
Me, sitting on the couch curled up reading
Have a Little Faith in my Lou Lou's,
hoodie and socks with clouds on them. Not a threatening picture. I hear rustling outside my door, weird, it couldn't be Cory home from
MMA yet, the cats don't like it either. I get up and look out the peek hole, not Lorne (my neighbor), no one there. I open the door a crack and peek out. What the? My heart rug and vase with willows are gone. I am pissed. I love that rug. I drop my book, leave the door open and run up the stairs. There is someone there, trying to gather up all her "new" finds. I run at the door, she hears me and runs. I yell at her, she drops the vase (it's awkward, full of willows for God's sake) I keep chasing her. I grab at her, getting her hood, she pulls, it rips off. I keep at her. She stumbles into a parked car. I push her into the car yelling at her to give me my stuff back. She's rambling about something. High, she's high. Most likely
meth. All she can think to do is search in her purse for smokes. I am still yelling at her. I grab my stuff and some other persons rugs. (yes people, she had an arm full of rugs) She has an orange cap on, I knock it off, take a good look at her and yell- "Now I Know What You Look Like". I let her go and tell her to get out of here, don't come back, that I'll be watching for her. I come back in to the building gathering up all the stuff, three rugs, a fire extinguisher and my vase w/willows, knock on Lorne's door just to be sure I'm not alone. He tells me to take my socks off
cuz they're soaked. I look down and realize that yes, they're covered in snow. I come in the apartment, heart pounding a thousand beats a minute. Like it's going to come out of my chest. I take a deep breath & lock the door.
I am not weak. I am strong. I will not be taken advantage of and I will always stand up for what I believe is right & just. Always.
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**EDITAfter getting in "trouble" by more than a few of you I thought I should make a little side note. I would most defiantly not recommend doing what I did. Yes, my safety far out weighs my love for those material possessions. But at the end of the day it had nothing to do with a rug or a vase or anything else. It had to do with the fact that I was being disrespected. That I was being taken advantage of. That I work hard to have the things I have. That I save my money to buy the things I want . That I get up every morning and go to work to have those things. I didn't once think about myself while everything was happening. All I thought about was "Oh no you don't!" Would I have made a different choice had it been a man? I think most defiantly! Would I do the same thing if somthing like that ever happened to me again? I don't know. All I do know for sure is that I trust my instincts, they have never gotten me in trouble before. As for the lady who caused all this, she lives in the building across the street, the office suspected her and I do believe she's been dealt with. I did however move my fabulous heart rug inside ;-)... just incase.
I am also now officially part of the Treasured Memories design team. I have been creating classes for the store full time since September. I now have a picture and link to my blog up on their side bar (which is very exciting for me) and I have my first kit of the month coming out February 1st. I am obviously biased but I think it's beautiful. It's called "Come Away With Me" and is defiantly romantic. I will have my demos ready to share on Monday.
